Another dream.

I was an unprofessional actor in a film with lots of my friends, and the cameras were always rolling, and it was unclear how much of the final film would be our scripted dialogue, and how much would be our casual conversation presented as part of the plot, as duplicitous relationships that showed the real motivations and power structures lying behind the relationships presented through the lines that we had to memorize.

In one scene, me and a group of friends were rolling this huge bank of machinery on a push cart through a a futuristic office building, after getting off an elevator, hoping that the villains wouldn't catch us, and the building segued into this giant and very open cavern interspersed with sweeping metal pillars that towered overhead.

In another scene, me and my one (half Sudanese) (half British) friend crept into a cave that opened out onto a brightly lit small subterranean pond with 2 upright modernist clay idols toward the back, and we finally felt free of pursuit from the villains, and relaxed for the first time in days.

Later, in this large interior chamber, a number of famous transsexuals paraded out in makeup, as debauched futurites with large feather dresses, and I got to chit-chat with them on breaks from their on-camera procession.